Benjamin Kibbey
Bio
Award-winning journalist, Army vet and current freelance writer living in the woods of Montana.
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Stories (51/0)
Looking Back
When I reach the peak, And view the paths And roads I’ve walked, run Crawled along the way If I shed a tear, or quiet grow, Let it count as prayer, most sacred kind For all the dreams that drop behind For all the things we lose with time For all the things we gain and keep, For all the living done asleep.
By Benjamin Kibbey3 years ago in Poets
A lot of nonsense...
I have seen the tears enough to know they don't add up; I have seen the smiles, and know they don't subtract. In all of these oceans, in all of these lands, a drop in the bucket and lives like the sands, and where I started is a faded memory that seems like a fairy tale from here.
By Benjamin Kibbey3 years ago in Poets
Drive: and now, eventually
"There's a tone of voice reserved for affection, the kind that says even just the thought of you has given the other person a pleasant dose of brain chemicals. It comes with newest loves and oldest friends, and drops a soft veil around two people that makes all the rest of the world seem significantly less important."
By Benjamin Kibbey3 years ago in Humans